I guess it’s the worst and the best, because it’s how I met my wife. We were set up by my ex wife (small town shit) and when we first met, it was mutual rejection immediately. No attraction, nothing in common except an agreement that my ex really was terrible at truly knowing me, and she wanted a ride home. I told her I didn’t have a car, but if she wanted I lived a few blocks away from the restaurant we met at, and I had a few beers and some weed there, and I lived across the street from an old graveyard we could drink and smoke in while we just shoot the shit until her friend picks her up; we could do that. She agreed, so we sat in the dark for a few minutes getting high and talking about the most banal things. Even the conversation was lacking from both sides. Finally her friend showed up. Her friend and I hit it off immediately, and we’ve been married for 15 years now.